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• Artiste: James Whild Lea
• Titre: Why Is Youth Wasted On The Young
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Why is youth always wasted on the young Why does youth soon arrive and then it's gone Why is youth always wasted on the young From the outside looking in I see my youth, see where I've been I have wisdom, I'm a sage In this body that has aged In the beauty that is youth There's a conflict what to do Way back then I couldn't know That my youth was on loan I was different, I was bold I got blasted, I got stoned And I thought it was a joke That I was born out of my folks Why is youth always wasted on the young Why does youth soon arrive and then it's gone Why is youth always wasted on the young When I was nearly twenty one And my youth had almost gone Why did the best years of my life Lead to anger, fear and strife Way back then I might have said 'Leave me alone, leave me in bed' 'Go and boil your stupid head' 'I want to screw myself to death' While I was busy getting high Glorious years were flying by And any wisdom that I faked Caused mistake upon mistake Why is youth always wasted on the young Why is youth very strange and then it's gone Why is youth always wasted, fruit barely tasted Why is youth always wasted on the young I dreamed that the world was there for me But the world did not agree Yeah those years All the anger, pain and tears Couldn't hold me, or control me In those days, yeah those days I was violent, I was proud Had to stand out in a crowd I was right, and I would fight That reality that bites Blinked an eye and then I grew A body beautiful and new I'll never die, that is for you Such is the arrogance of youth Why is youth always wasted on the young Why does youth soon arrive and then it's gone Why is youth always wasted, fruit barely tasted I was young, I was wasted in my youth As the teenage eventually ages Like the Incredible Hulk in one of his rages The kid that's confused and barely grown Is blasted off into the great unknown Now in the miracle that is life We may grow older, wiser, bolder But God says that it's a miracle too far To put an old head on younger shoulders So I guess we'll have to get older